Lyrics:

Cassie:
(spoken) I can't get a job Zach... God, you sound like all my friends - my fans. Acting like I'm a star and don't know it - when the truth is I never even came close and nobody has the guts to tell me. Well, it would be nice to be a star... But I'm not, I'm a dancer.

(singing)
GIVE ME SOMEBODY TO DANCE FOR,
GIVE ME SOMEBODY TO SHOW.
LET ME WAKE UP IN THE MORNING TO FIND
I HAVE SOMEWHERE EXCITING TO GO.

Zach:
So, you're going through a slow period, it happens to everyone. Something will happen.

Cassie:
That's what I kept telling myself in California, and I kept telling myself that and telling myself that... Well... Nothing will happen. I can't act.

Zach:
What?

Cassie:
I can't act. And there I am in California supposed to be this actress. Well, it didn't take me long to find out I can't act... Didn't take Hollywood very long either.

Zach:
You didn't work out there?

Cassie:
Oh, sure... A rotten part in a so-so film - part ended up getting cut, thank God - I was a go-go dancer in a TV movie of the week. Let's see - Oh, yeah - commercials, I almost got to squeeze a roll of toilet paper but I lost out in the finals. Isn't' that something? Seventeen years in the business and I end up flunking toilet paper squeezing? And I was a dancing Band-Aid - that was fun... We had an earthquake... And I got a terrific tan - and surely you must have heard about...

Zach:
I did hear you were going out with some big agent. Being a bit wild, running around, carrying on...

Cassie:
Well, when you're a woman of leisure what else is there to do but get a bit wild and run around? Not to mention getting fat - and going crazy - Which is why I came back to New York and which is why I am here today, Zach, old dear... Little pussy cat. I need a job.

(singing)
TO HAVE SOMETHING THAT I CAN BELIEVE IN.
TO HAVE SOMETHING TO BE.
USE ME... CHOOSE ME

Zach:
I just can't see you dancing in the chorus, Cassie.

Cassie:
Why not?

Zach:
Listen, if you need some money, call my business manager.

Cassie:
Well, sure I need money. Who doesn't? But I don't need a handout. I need a job. I need a job and I don't know any other way to say it. Do you want me to say it again?

Zach:
No.

Cassie:
Fine, then we got that far. Look, I haven't worked in two years, not really. There's nothing left for me to do. So - I'm putting myself on the line. (Stepping to the line) Yes I'm putting myself on your line. I don't want to wait on tables. And what I really don't want to do is teach other people how to do what I should be doing myself...

(singing)
GOD, I'M A DANCER,
A DANCER DANCES!

GIVE ME SOMEBODY TO DANCE WITH.
GIVE ME A PLACE TO FIT IN
HELP ME RETURN TO THE WORLD OF LIVING
BY SHOWING ME HOW TO BEGIN.

PLAY ME THE MUSIC,
GIVE ME A CHANCE TO COME THROUGH.
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS THE MUSIC, AND THE MIRROR,
AND THE CHANCE TO DANCE FOR YOU.

GIVE ME A JOB AND YOU INSTANTLY GET ME INVOLVED.
IF YOU GIVE ME A JOB,
THEN THE REST OF THE CRAP WILL GET SOLVED.
PUT ME TO WORK,
YOU WOULD THINK THAT BY NOW I'M ALLOWERD.
I'LL DO YOU PROUD!

THROW ME A ROPE TO GRAB ON TO.
HELP ME TO PROVE THAT I'M STRONG.
GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO LOOK FORWARD TO SAYIN':
"HEY, LISTEN THEY'RE PLAYIN' MY SONG."

PLAY ME THE MUSIC.
GIVE ME A CHANCE TO COME THROUGH.
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS THE MUSIC, AND THE MIRROR,
AND A CHANCE TO DANCE....

(Mirrors are now turned, dance section)

PLAY ME THE MUSIC.
PLAY ME THE MUSIC.
PLAY ME THE MUSIC.
GIVE ME A CHANCE TO COME THROUGH.
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS THE MUSIC, AND THE MIRROR,
AND A CHANCE TO DANCE....

(Flying mirrors come in. Dance section)